Week 3, Day 5: No More Sniffles

For the past couple of days, I have been sniffling and sneezing, coughing and aching. I haven't felt horrible enough to stay home from work or any of the holiday activities I've had planned. But I did feel horrible enough to not get up early this morning to write. Sorry to those who were expecting a post here this morning.

In fact, I am only writing now for a minute or two before I head off to my six-year-old buddy Alex's school Christmas concert, and when I get home, I'm sure bed will be on my mind. I've heard rest is the best medicine for these little bugs like I have.

A thought that has been sustaining me today, however, is that the wonder of Advent is looking forward to a day when Jesus will heal sickness once and for all, a day when the pain and sadness of this earth will be wiped a way with one sweep of His hand. In the midst of the fun and joy of the holidays, it takes a day of feeling bad to remind me that this is not the end of it all. Even the good days on earth will pale in comparison to seeing Jesus face to face.


So, hopefully after another good night's sleep tonight, I will feel back to myself and will be up bright and early to continue on with our Advent celebration in the morning. Blessings.